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in this issue--

"Ready for writing afresh
Study in Tones of the Sunset..."
(Lara Biuts)

*The Snow of Poplars*
Every year in June, the mysterious days come. The snow falls at the height of summer. It's the poplar-trees are blooming. It looks like somebody's persiflage, related to old-fashioned joshing, as though someone above the big town smiles ironically infringing the usual rhythm and logic. The snow of poplars. I love it. Not the real snow, but its spirit and image. It is dear and much more ex...